Fritz looked from the paycheck in his left hand to the pink slip in his right. The check was only for one night's pay. Not that it mattered. Money was money.
He smirked at the pink slip. The manager had been dim eyed when they'd giving it, yet spoke in a matter of fact tone of voice, kind of like the tone teachers used to use on him in school.
"You were a promising employee."
The made no comment on all the nights Fritz had skipped work.
If getting fired from that nightmare was a punishment, then he'd take it.